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• #7 - David McCoid

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David McCoid is the co-creator of the Dynamic Contraction Technique (DCT) for pelvic pain course. Thanks to David for taking the time to speak with me. 00:30 - Background to DCT 02:00 - The biggest misconception with DCT 03:05 - A little background on founder Nic Bartolotta 05:00 - Bob Cooley and resistance stretching 05:22 - Details of eccentric loading and Arnold Schwarzenegger 07:30 - Muscle tension and fascia tension and 'creating a better cortical map' 09:38 - The twisted t-shirt analogy and the pelvic floor reacting to high tension 12:30 - What name would you give to the condition? 13:58 - Is CPPS anything to do with bacteria? 16:10 - Thoughts on internal physiotherapy and the problems with trigger-point theory 19:12 - The placebo effect and the actual effectiveness of internal pelvic physical therapy 24:00 - David's personal experience with pelvic pain and pudendal nerve entrapment 30:50 - How important is it for a pelvic pain practitioner to have

• #6 - Dr Adam Gvili

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Dr Adam Gvili is a physiotherapist in New York City treating out of PelvisNYC. Dr Gvili is passionate about the fact he is a male treating a male issue. He hopes men can feel more comfortable discussing this condition thus helping to normalize pelvic floor issues. Thank you very much to Dr Gvili for taking the time to speak with me. 00:15 - Can you explain a bit about what you do? 01:40 - Dr Gvili's experience with pelvic floor dysfunction 03:18 - Dr Gvili's treatment of his pelvic pain 04:31 - The taboo over male-treating-male treatment 05:15 - The influence of A Headache In The Pelvis 06:59 - What name would you give to this condition? 09:42 - The problem with giving it a name 10:44 - Issues around internal treatment and trigger points 12:47 - Individual treatment for clients 14:18 - A bit about my symptoms 16:22 - The importance of looking at the sufferer as a whole 19:57 - How important is it for a sufferer to get the symptoms off his chest 22:03 - U

• #5 - Adam

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Adam is from Surrey, England, he's 41 and developed pelvic pain symptoms in 2018. We chatted about his experience of the condition.  Check out the podcast  here   Get in touch if you want to share your story:  sesmith01@gmail.com   ๐Ÿ‘‰ Find me on  Facebook ๐Ÿ‘‰ Sign up to the  newsletter ๐Ÿ‘‰ Follow me on  Twitter

The Day My Trip To A Chinese IKEA Left Me Burnt And Naked On The Bathroom Floor

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IKEA's L รค ttsam baby bath (available in white and green) Any man with chronic pain will, given enough time, resort to desperate measures for relief. And nearly all of those measures will be embarrassing, humiliating and demeaning.  Four months after my prostatitis arrived I found myself in Guangzhou, south China.  I'd left England for work but my prostatitis boarded both Emirates flights and travelled with me to the Far East.  My pelvic pain caused hell from the get-go, putting me in situations even the devil couldn't dream up on a good day.  One of the first home remedies I tried seriously was sitz baths - submerging the buttocks and hips in warm water to try to increase blood flow to the region.   I'd had some success but had to use a normal bath and swing my legs over the side - it was time-consuming and impractical.  In China, I learnt of  contrast hydrotherapy - switching between hot and cold in an attempt to both stimulate blood flood and reduce inflammation.  I

When My Date Spotted A Cooking Pan Next To My Bed I Gave Her This Excuse

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The first time a date came back to mine after I got prostatitis was shameful. She spotted an old saucepan next to my bed that I'd been using as a commode. I'd found the pot when I moved into the apartment. I'd forgotten to remove it in the event the date went well. Fortunately, it was empty. 'What's that for?' she said. For fuck's sake. What do I say to that? I thought. 'Haha. You got me. What we have there is a cooking pot. I think it's Victorian. Almost certainly copper,' I said. 'Right...but why is it next to your bed?' she replied. Obviously, I had to lie. I didn't want to tell her I had to pee so often during the night that it was too much hassle to keep going to the bathroom. 'I'm really into cooking. I like to study the utensils I use,' I said. 'In bed?' she asked. 'Yeah, yeah, yeah. You know, some people like to read, some people like to write, I like to er, check my cooking pots,' I s

I'm A Real Boy

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The last time we spoke, I was telling you about my first urology consultation.  I had gone to Harley Street in London to seek help from a top specialist. After a 30-minute appointment - which included a digital rectal examination - the doctor suggested acute prostatitis.  He prescribed the three A's - an alpha-blocker, an antibiotic, and an anti-inflammatory. Flomaxtra,  ciprofloxacin  and Voltarol respectively.  He also recommended 'double voiding'. The technique involves after passing urine waiting a few more minutes to pass more. The idea is to really make sure the bladder is empty.  The evening I returned from London, I took a triple dose of all three. I hoped, naively, that by the morning there would be some difference. The next day, there was no improvement whatsoever.  But the day did bring the  singular most weird experiences I've ever had. After helping myself  I had what was called a dry orgasm, a 'retrograde orgasm'. It made me feel like a prototype r

Something I Never Thought Would Happen To Me

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My appointment with the consultant urologist was the same afternoon I arrived in London.  Could he solve the riddle to symptoms that 50 per cent of men suffer with at some stage in their lifetime?  At his office on the world-leading Harley Street, he treated me to the infamous digital rectal examination (DRE).  On a raised hospital bed you curl up in the foetal position - knees up to your chin like you're preparing for a dive bomb. The urologist then held my left shoulder for support - physical, not mental - and inserted his right index finger.  Rummage: A digital rectal examination is carried out to check for abnormalities  For  ten seconds he rummaged around as if deciding the best crisp to pick from a packet.  When the pad of his finger found my prostate it was, in his words, 'non-tender'.  The sensation was more weird than discomforting, but I imagine that had something to do with a 50-year-old man inserting his finger into my 23-year-old rectum. Something I never thou

Surely The Best Place To Find A Cure

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One saving grace about having a very common male condition, is that with a bit of luck, you're likely to bump into another male who has it.  Unknown to me, my father and brother had prostatitis.  My brother presented me with a pile of his research. The findings were made up of clinical trials print outs, his doctor's notes and personal observations.  In the welcome pack was an unopened copy of the prostatitis bible - A Headache In The Pelvis  - more on that book later.  My brother's main symptom was pressure in the perineum or as he put it: 'I felt like I was sat on a bicycle...without the fucking seat'. His pain waxed and waned for three months before leaving for good without a trace.  My father's symptoms centred around urgency and came in flare-ups. He was still trying to control it through diet and alpha-blockers.    Revealing unexplained pelvic pain was bringing the Smith family closer.  My father suggested seeing a urologist on Harley Street - a hub for al

I Knew The Symptoms Of Chlamydia, This Was Not Chlamydia

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I eventually left my drug den. Strong cannabis and Domino's meat feast pizzas weren't working as a coping strategy.  I booked an emergency appointment at my local family doctor. Pacing on the car park of the quaint Lancaster surgery, I believed salvation was a ten-minute consultation away.  The receptionist exited and shouted: 'Simon Edward Smith, it's you now'.  I could feel the approaching relief. An understanding nod. A friendly laugh. A prescription for a short course of antibiotics. Instead, I was greeted by an elderly doctor who looked more like she ran a village knitting club than cured penis pain.  We went through a history of my recent sexual activity. Though I'd been as active as an impotent monk, she looked at me as if I'd just got back from a month in Pattaya after a brutal divorce. I had had Chlamydia at 18: gifted from a Liverpool lass in Freshers' week. I knew the symptoms of Chlamydia: pissing fire, a white cloudy discharge from the penis